Obviously, he’d beaten me to the punch and, I had to admit it, very cleverly.”What if I’d recognized you at the party? “So. Gay sex …I sleep here? Is this what you want?””What I want, have wanted is just…that nice guy on the plane only in bed next to me naked and getting ready to have sex of some sort.” I thought that through and realized that we weren’t quite at the end of the fantasy just yet; I had no idea what he had in mind, what he wanted and I’m not sure he really knew. And this just on my tits.”Can I handcuff you?””Not on the first, uh, date.” He chuckled.”Promise you’ll keep your hands together for a little while.” I nodded “yes”.He took one hand and slowly went down my abdomen to my belt line then underneath it. He reached out to hold me and I was immediately in his arms. Now he was crying, tears of joy I think, but crying. I moved across the bed and held him. “That, sir is precisely why crews fight to have you on their flights. This was something he’d never seen, never expected to see and did not know how to deal with it. Beate caught him as he arranged blankets on you on a
